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Premium Member Poetic Communicator

The pen in your hand
can release you the power
that your tongue can't
giving you the lift to the tower

Communication comes in various forms
through story drama and song
but the real true source
poetic verse makes one strong

When you read a great poet
you're inspired to follow that road
thinking could I do that
or do you need a special code?

No no no's the answer
we're all filled to inspire
in us a load of words
melted in the poetic fire

So poet communicator to be
dig deeper amongst your treasure
there's gold way down there
made to bring pleasure

Communication is a two way street
to give it but also to receive
poetry fills the desiring heart
never again wanting to leave
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Death of Form

we are here
in this mind body
our senses externalised
immersed in duality
it then no wonder
that limitation
surrounds us
confining
our soul

our soul
we know not
since the truth is veiled
so we take
ourself
to be
ego

to find joy
we form attachments
with other such entities
to enliven mind body
creating desire
we call love
which time
consumes
in death 

fleeting form
encased by our soul
is the simple truth not known
to the deluded ego identity
and so the ego suffers
which affects us not
unless we believe
that we are ego
limited in time
and space 

upon death
of forms to which bound
our deluded self then grieves
creating a thought spiral
ego intent to enmesh
attention outwards 
so that it may live
fed by thought
having origin
in our soul
which is
true self

oh hermit
dwell not in shadows 
of fleeting form illusions
rather simply flow
like the breeze
with ease
thus free

10-January-2021

Evil

It creeps into your life and robs you of love and forgiveness…
The two things which you need in your soul to exist in this world…
It appears as something harmless, like a small lie, but it is far from that…
It is the bringer of depression and anxiety…
It corrupts the mind and torments the soul...
It takes all that is wholesome and good and leaves nothing in its wake…
Why can we not see it for what it really is?
Why are we so blinded by evil in its many forms??
Why can’t we see beyond the illusions and tap into what is real for us??
Love and kindness are what is needed so desperately in this world…
May we always fight against evil in its many forms!!
May we help those affected by evil!!
We will rise triumphed as the good warriors of this world!!

Premium Member Unhinged Power

We know of course that our form is but dust,
that comes alive because of God’s breath thrust,
yet we adopt thoughts, words and deeds unjust.
Soul contract has this clause - put dark thought forms on pause,
gentle touch, till heart thaws - erase ego spawned flaws.
To unleash God’s power dormant within,
we may begin by gentling thought flow din,
wisely choosing to sidestep paths of sin.
To feel blissful and whole - reclaim light ego stole,
fulfilling our life role - soul search our only goal.
In the threefold flame of Christ we must trust,
gifted to us if we obey God’s laws,
felt within the body when chakras spin,
as affirmed in scriptures, which we extol.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member POETIC GROWTH

I’ve written many forms of verse
Sometimes bad…sometimes worse
For poetry it seems….a curse
Word shopping with an empty purse

For years before I ever spoke
My poetic crayons broke
The dog ate two, several melted
Yet, without voice I truly felt it

By accident I wrote a Sonnet
‘bout an unseen passing comet
The colors set the page ablaze
In passage through the crayon phase

I now share on silent keys
My Crayola memories
Etched in ever-changing lies
For no one truly owns their skies

So be it crayon, keys, or pen
A search for forever’s now and then
Give thanks for crayon’s simple truth
The poet never outgrows youth
Form: Rhyme


In My Dream

In my dream…

In my dream, I can fly,
  hug the moon kiss the sky.
I will drink, morning dew,
  I get drunk, to get by.
In my dream, world is mine,
  laugh, I’ll be, no more cry.
In my dream, I’ll see you,
  cross my heart hope to die.
In my thoughts, kiss your lips,
  till sunrise, I will try.
Every day, every night,
  only us, you and I.
“Haloo” said, go and fly,
  I will wait, don't know why.

6/24/20 Haloo

Note: This poem is the shortest form of "Ghazal" with 6 syllables in each line (it can vary from 6-24).  The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. This particular Ghazal is without refrain. In a ghazal, the poet usually places his/her alias in the last line and becomes a part of the poem.   (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).
Form: Ghazal

WILLPOWER ON THE JOURNEY OF AN ORIGINAL IMAGE

The journey feels so tedious
It was a battle for the choice
A free will he gave to them
They had to choose between serving him and otherwise
Believe me if I say,
There have exist more than one red earth
Three civilizations, three men; walked the surface of this aeon
But only one is acceptable before HIS face
Every other will have to fade away

Beautiful lastborn with abode from the MASTER………..

For the innocent man;
Oh how beautiful it is
An image of the ALL IN ALL
Such a Wonderful creation with the power of free will
Its npt just about being wonderful
The one with the possessor of three forms
Maybe he had be warned 
Imagine I AM telling you to do not…
He can do a lot in his constituency
All is impossible to stay like this
A crossroad lie ahead

Transaction and Chess ………………………………

Now to the sinful one,
Authority is now lost
Specie after the likeness of the fall
Evil continual grows in his heart
HE repented
Strange princes and beings of light left their estate
To come Into Fair falling flimsy daughters of Eve 
Another violation of the creations HE had in the WORD
HE removed the world of its evil
The only one who choose to hear a gone nature 
As oppose to the Spirit that can show HIM FORTH
Beings of this kind keep living 
Even till HIS KIMGDOM COMES,
All that’s is left of the kind of This is judgment

Door of GRACE HIMSELF………..

The righteous one is now available
On the agony of death and suffering
HIM; he be in now.
The real meaning if what is called love
Higher calling, higher sitting
Of course I’m of the TRUTH, the WAY and the LIFE

Sound the trumpet that HE cometh soon
Are you the man after His Heart?
Freewill; not a product to use against HIM
Strive for the eternal registration in the BOOK.
Where will you be? 
When the roll is call up yonder!!!

Premium Member Bread

Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.

When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;

And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Real Joy

If
                                               we win,
                                           we feel glad.
                                         Ill-luck is faced,
                                        the losers become
                                     sad and disappointed.
                                    Either winning or losing,
                                 Nothing is permanent in life.
                               Let's realize this amazing truth.
                             Then we can remain joyful forever.




E Forms- Etheree - Poetry Contest
Etheree poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Constance La France 
Syllable Count: PS
Date: 15-02-2022

PLACED: 3rd
joy
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Three Score and Ten Structured Prose

AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day we need assistance with what
others voice and say.Deficient,an aid. to
complement the grey.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Floaters appear in our
eye,magnification is needed for things both
near and far,the door is ajar.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation 
hits us all of  sudden.Fingers have nodules
and bumps,no longer grip and to prevent a
fall,we walk with a stick.

Wisdom and experience of life is ignored,
not wanted at all.Absent the mind,sometimes
'senior moments' we recall for the realisation
of age,so gradual creeps up on us all.

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